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Lucie's Dreaming Part One 'Picturesque Riverside Setting'

Coke and weed Hold nothing on me She spoke the dream I chose to believe We ride behind the unseen Stride valleys of green With shadows that sheen And caveats that sparkle Even further a field What may you yield These layers unpeeled Where the white rabbit burrowed, will you now follow? To the emergence of spring May I borrow your wings And follow my dreams To where they doth now take me Through my dreams I might yearn Upon thy winds of winding turns Does it mean a chance to learn A little about ourselves? So shed all your clothes And leave those cares behind We'll edge ever closer And share the divine Up, up so high, gliding we soar As gravity declined holding the door Up, up we climbed, like riding a star Now here I come, I'm surfing that sun Out of my pocket something flopped Halley's comet 'twas I who dropped There's all these rocks that likes to bopp I slungshot round, now it's time to Roll The ssspeeed of sssound was met with mere delight As the answers are found out racing near the light Have you unwound the casing on the white I see the star's are giving out their secrets So let's dust off the further corner's and deepest reaches Thrust up the afterburners now it's time for seeking If we're all learners, who does the teaching And What may I ask is the lesson? Unknitted fabric folding space and time When Big black holes turn into little white lines As a universe is spawn right behind my eyes This bliss I feel is it real? But the knowledge I gained Was more than I craved Please stop it I made a mistake That drop, now what did I take? When I tripped I saw it replicate And scattered out of view As it shattered past the moon Like idle chatter half past noon Sailing off in a vast balloon But, I find I deviate.... Psynchro-sinchro-synchronicities in mistakes Are pretty easy to make Did I drop something? I trust it's right here It was just quite near You must hold tight I fear We are in flight my dear Now what was that riddle About the cat or it's piddle Being flat is only the middle And how can a cow play a fiddle? I'm now in a jam and a muddle I began to unravel dripping into a puddle I hope the spiders go a-whey You wrote they might be here to stay What a horrid thing to say I cannot deal with you today I shut my eyes and flew away Weeeheeee, it's time to play As I'm catapulted Into the astral voltage So socket to me slowly as my current course alternated directfion I said slowly blow me...........pt ii will be above shortly.

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